Every time you drop a bomb You kill the god your child has born Boom, Boom, Boom, I'm walking through your streets Where all your money's earning Where all your buildings crying And clueless neckties working Revolving fake lawn houses Housing all your

I guess I'm just a lucky so and so And when the day is through Each night I hurry to A home where love waits, I know As I walk down the street Seems everyone I meet Gives me a friendly hello The birds in every tree Are all so neighborly They sing

Man today's a good day Hey, ay-ye-ay-ye-ay 'Cause I'm rich, rich, rich, rich Walking down the street and I just copped a big booty bitch And these diamonds on my wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist 'Cause I'm rich Today I don't have any haters 'Cause I

The sky is crying, Can you see the tears roll down the street. I my baby early one morning She was walking on down the street I got a real, real fine feeling That my baby she don't love me no more I've been looking for my baby And I've been wondering

Till we're both in a better place Till the sky falls and the good Lord calls us up You're the only girl I wanna love Till I'm pushing up daisies Wanna stare into your green eyes, baby Till we're hand-in-hand walking down them streets of gold Six feet

Leaving the ground When I'm with you To hold them down Slip into your skin and spend the night And get out of mine Walking the streets in dark Where lamps are the sunshine for the trees Oh for the trees cause everybody needs somebody

I'm just doing my thing, just doin' my thing Just floatin' on a breeze Don't worry 'bout me (I'm just doin' my thing, just doin' my thing) (Just floatin' on a breeze) (Don't worry 'bout me) I'm walkin' down the street, shufflin' my feet Whistlin' a feel

Try to keep up around Try to keep up in a road Try to make it better, better together I'm gonna need it I'm gonna use it Every day, every time There's a street and here we are We the people make the world, look how it's going down So we walked into our

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's But there's a

Moving, watching, working, sleeping, driving, walking, talking, smiling P.E.O.P.L.E.C.I.T.Y People in the city On the sidewalk (People in the city) Near the street lamp (People in the city) At the bus stop (People in the city) Down the station (People in